Wiggins. Oh, dear, dear! what shall I do? (Shouting.) Have you ever tried The Elixir?
Greenbax. No, sir, I never do. The hostler he licks her sometimes.
Wiggins (desperately takes bottle from table). Here, take this three times a day.
Greenbax. Certainly, with pleasure. I’ll take it to Mr. Day. Go right by his house.
Wiggins (shouting). No, no; take it yourself.
Greenbax. Oh, yes; for my ear.
Wiggins. Apply it externally and internally.
Greenbax (looking at bottle). It does have an infernal look. Oh, I’ve tried this, it wont do. Must have something stronger,—something to shake me up.
Wiggins. I must try something else. What shall it be? I’ll mix something to warm him up. I will return in a moment. (Exit, R.)